Memories of my melancholy whores

Paranoia, perfume, dance, dance, dance. No escape, a wild sheep chase: eleven minutes, possessed pawns of chaos- roll over and play dead. Other voices, other rooms- fifty shades of grey after dark. Rising sun, red sky in the morning: sing to the dawn - afterglow east of eden. Midnight's children, open your eyes- we are the living glass geishas.